Hello God, it's all Unbalanced

Hello God, it's all Unbalanced 

You wouldn’t believe it,

but those people,

those humans,

that you have grown so fond of,

have become so witless.

Once they were nurturing the soils of our world,
with clear pure intentions.
They now rampage the soils with their filthy greedy souls.

They know of bloody ruby soils,

from the blood of brothers, sisters, mothers, and fathers.

Your humans have slaughtered,

our brothers, sisters, mothers, and fathers.

There is now a history of stolen generations.

Due to the people who have given into the deathly occupations.

Funded by puppet masters of the continents.
All the clean puppets get executed for their pure thoughts.
The old filthy puppets of regimes will continue to rule the torn world;
bringing it together as a world of wicked intentions.

This is a new playwright featuring many pawns of the draft,

to star as the soldiers who died fighting for their uncle Sam,

while he kisses the hands of the pope.

Trying to get hope, for their lost cause of a world.

Homes are burned to the ground, people are tortured, and executed.

The nation's leaders will gather like witches at a black Sabbath,

and will speak of peace.

Then continue to spill the blood of the innocents on the ancient relic walls.

Clearly, your people have not learned from the past.

And will soon become the past

Due to the lack of clean relations.

Due to enemies, from the same bloodlines, same sidelines.

Due to incurable plagues, brought upon by your oh so precious people.

The way your humans are acting,
leaves them on a tight rope and there's no going back,

or they will all fall, all they can do now is try to get to the end,
but will they get to the end when working against each other, instead of working together?